Horns Surrounding Me

Few times do I feel the breeze of a cold night So I recall the words of lovers sadly in the sun, unending sun: "We will run forever with the hot timpani bang!" As the sound recedes, bored lover falls asleep and disappears Horns surrounding me Sing so forcefully and high Moon They forget how soft heart is Unfolding over time Heart Don't forget how young we are We wander softly Seen through a window My love blurred, mute and slow I offer roses to nothing The answer absent